Finian McKean - Black Hole lyrics

I'm feeling like a bad movie Nothing adds up to me The theatre is empty I wanna leave but they won't let me I offer you my hand – take it If you don't, I won't make it The ground under me's slipping I feel your fingers, but my hand's not gripping Black hole, black hole Black as they come Don't f** with me, I'm in a black hole Black hole, black hole You better run No where to run to in a black hole I'm holding out my hand – take it If you don't, I won't make it The ground under me's shaking I feel you tremble, but I think you're faking … feel you're faking Ahh, ahh Get me out of this black hole Yea, yea, get me out of this… I'm in often Yes, I'm in often I often get sent home